"Oh? You still know that I'm your imperial father? I thought you'd forgotten. This makes the whole matter more complicated."
Konrad started with calm but chilling words that made Ube's heart quiver. Without a sound, he rose from his throne and walked, no, glided toward the kneeling four. But once he landed before them, the already crushing pressure only became harder to bear and all felt their knees about to sink into the ground.
Before they did, however, the pressure vanished from the guiltless three to lock on Ube alone. Alas, the throne room was carved by top materials and warded by mighty formations set up by Konrad himself. Blood burst from Ube's knees as they forced their way into the ground.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
In a booming succession of unceasing cracks, Ube cratered, and even his imperial prince robe couldn't prevent his legs from turning into a bloody mess.
"AAAAAAAAARGH!"